They’d shared, a mutual interest, in forgetting about the past, that, was what bounded them to each other. And, it’s this mutual interest, that’s, kept them bound to each other, since the beginning too.
Shared a mutual interest in forgetting about the past, they would both, show up, to that same bar, at around the same time after work, and got dead drunk. Shared a mutual interest in forgetting about the past, but the past just, refused, to stay buried. So, it’d come out, at unexpected times, and, made a huge mess, in their lives. Shared a mutual interest in forgetting about the past, but, with that shared, common interest, they’d become, bound, by the ghosts.
not my photograph…
Shared a mutual interest in forgetting about the past, but the past can’t be forgot, it refused, to budge, and no matter how hard they’d pulled and tugged, the past, it just, kept on, coming back ‘round. And eventually, their mutual interest in forgetting about the past became, the one, solitary thing, that tied them to each other, kept them bound, to the past, and each other, unable, to break free.
Shared a mutual interest in forgetting about the past, and I’d though that, with this common thread we’d come to share, it’d, bring us, closer, but instead, we were, pulled, farther, farther apart, by these denials of our selves. Shared a mutual interest in forgetting about the past, and yet, each and every time they’d run away from their pasts, the past, it’d always, catches up to them, and now, they’d become, preys, hunted down, by this predatory past of theirs.
Shared a mutual interest in forgetting about the past, they thought, that if they’d worked, diligently enough, hard enough, run fast enough, their pasts would be, completely, left behind………
Life, the Obstacle Course 